The Wistful Mountain

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2026-08-18 15:50:23 -

The mist clung to the valley floor like a shroud. Elara sat by the cold hearth, her hands wrapped around a cup of tea that had long since lost its heat. She was alone. The village of Oakhaven was silent, sleeping beneath a sky that did not belong to this world. It was a sky of deep violet, bruised and heavy, hanging low over the ancient stones of the church. "Did you hear the bell?" asked the...

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